There were two great things about my aunt's house. The first, of course, was the pool. I loved that pool, and could lounge around it for hours. It was beautifully landscaped, with layers of flowers, plants, bushes and trees making it seem like it was a paradise on earth. The pool itself wasn't your normal cement bordered, baby blue square, but made to look more natural, with rocks and plants placed strategically around it, and a waterfall spilling down from a pile of rocks at one end.

The second great thing was that my aunt was usually not home in the day! So I got to lounge around it and pretend I was a Hollywood goddess and enjoy myself in her little backyard paradise pretty much whenever I wanted. From the time I was fourteen I would ride my bike up the twelve blocks from my parents' house to my aunt's place to enjoy the pool.

I say 'up' because it meant pumping my way up Stark Street, which was a long, uphill ride made even worse in the hot summer. By the time I got to my aunt's I was really ready to jump into the pool, and on more than a few occasions did so without even taking off my clothes!

It was a Tuesday afternoon when the college interviewers arrived. I had set up the interview for my aunt's place because, well, it was way nicer than my parents' house. I thought it might impress them more. Also, it wouldn't have my parents hanging around!

So I was there in my black thong bikini enjoying the sunshine when the doorbell rang. I ignored it, of course. I didn't wear this bikini in public. It was for sunbathing, and whenever I wore it I felt kind of, well, slutty, but not in a guilty way, more in a guilty-pleasure way. The cups were way too small for me to walk around in public in, and of course, there was that tiny inverted triangle in back.

The bell rang again, and suddenly, it was like a jolt of lightning hit me. The interview!

Oh! My! God! No!

I sat bolt upright, head spinning for a moment. It was Tuesday! It was Tuesday! Damn! Damn!

My mom had stayed home from work the other day and so it had felt kind of like a Monday. But it was Tuesday!

I leapt from the lounger and ran inside, afraid they would be even at that moment walking back to their car. This was Landsdale Women's College! It was very hard to get into! You had to have great grades as well as great recommendations and have done a really great letter! And that was to get an interview! They were a very small college with a very big reputation, and they got to be extremely choosy about who they let in.

Fuck!

I barely stopped before hitting my face on the front door. I yanked aside the curtain, and my panic rose as I saw two very well-dressed people walking away! Breathlessly, I yanked open the door.

"Hello!" I exclaimed.

They stopped as one, turned, and looked at me in some surprise. I flushed anxiously. No, this was not the outfit I had planned on wearing! Fuck! Fuck!

They walked back to the door. They were both tall, and both wearing dark, expensive looking suits. The man wore a three piece suit, a very dark blue power suit with extremely thin pinstripes. He wore a yellow tie, however, which fit really well, and a small matching handkerchief square in his pocket.

He was broad shouldered, very fit looking, with short dark hair and a strong chin. He had dark glasses over his eyes, which made it hard to see more. The woman had the same dark glasses, but her suit had a skirt bottom, surprisingly short, but very businesslike. She was a blonde, with absolutely perfectly coiffed hair parted in the center of her forehead and spilling down around her shoulders.

Both carried briefcases.

"Miss Simmons?" the man asked doubtfully.

"Ohmygod I'm sorry! I got my days mixed up and thought you were coming by tomorrow!" I said.

"That would be a rather unusual outfit to wear to an interview," the woman said dryly. "Unless you thought it was a different sort of interview."

"No, no! I really am sorry!" I said.

"Well, I'm afraid we can't give you any further time for preparation," she said briskly. "May we come in?"